'How does this little man know me? Evelyn? Did she tell him about me?'
Axel's chest stirred with too many questions, so he asked the most obvious.
"I'm surprised to hear that." Axel smiled weakly. "Did your mom tell you about me? What did she say?" He asked curiously.
At the mention of mom, Oliver's focus snapped, all thoughts of Axel momentarily forgotten. His small face crumpled, his lashes trembling.
"Wh-Where's my mom?" His voice sounds fragile and scared as he searches the room with his gaze.
Axel felt disappointment prick at him.
'Of course. I ask about myself, and he runs straight back to Evelyn. Perfect!'
Still, he forced a smile, awkward and a little stiff, before patting the boy's tiny hand with his large one.
"Relax, little man. Your mommy just went to eat. She hadn't eaten all day, so I made sure she did."
Oliver's mouth slightly gasped, his eyes growing watery again.
